<p>So I arrived in May to pick up my daughter. Not one thing was packed. Didn’t even have a box. Still frantically cranking out a last paper (the prof threw in last minute). She had dark circles under her eyes and looked like she would drop and/or explode any minute. She cried, she self doubted (she even spoke the D.O. words) but as soon as I was convinced the stress levels and intensity were too much she vigorously declared her loyalty and love of Swat.</p>